Pale shines the moon above me
It lights my way through the desert night
How much further do I have to wander?
How much more must I sacrifice?
Mentioned only by the mad one
The nameless city - shunned by all
What awaits I can't imagine
In my thoughts the poet's words I recall:
"That is not dead which can eternal lie
And through strange aeons even death may die..."
The wind... Unspeakable... so cold... so cold...
A presence... in the dark... the wind... it tears my soul
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